The trouble with holidays is that you have too much time to ponder things. So I’m sitting at home instead of building kayaks pondering why my right knee still hurts after having arthroscopy last January to trim a little meniscus. (Actually, there were several other defects that had to be tidied up also, due to many years of wear and tear). The surgeon who did the operation is reported to be quite good and is also a friend of mine and someone, I hope, who never goes on this web site. You will see why in a moment.
After having enough synovial fluid removed to top off a small tank car, I’m at the end of my rope, but I keep remembering my doctor’s mantra: “You’re bow-legged. People who are bow-legged often experience knee problems at your age”. And sure enough, on close examination in a full length mirror, I reluctantly concede that I am, in fact, bow-legged. But the stunning news is that my right leg is now much more bow-legged than my left. This deserved much more serious pondering.
Suddenly, in a rare flash of brilliance, it occured to me: What would Gobe do? Or AnnD? Or Cliffy, Haith, Dickc, Dave, BOBK or Lincoln? They would retire to their workshop and modify and build and modify again until they were happy with the results.
After a short commute to the Folbot factory and a few hours of trial and error, I’m feeling much better about my long-term knee prognosis. While called insane by a few close members of my family, it is nonetheless comforting to strap on my homemade orthopaedic device in the morning and face the day, satisfied in the fact that I’m doing SOMETHING. Whadaya think?